Romani Armada (39 page)

Adán nodded. “It is a reward more precious than any queens’ riches. I would gladly hear it again.” His lips touched hers. “I
will
hear it again, I swear.”

Chapter Thirty

Liping Village, East Yunnan Province, China, 2054 A.D.:
Justin’s lips on hers were a soft, debilitating drug. Deonne sighed into his mouth, then gasped as Adán’s fingers stroked her cleft.

She pulled away from Justin’s mouth, just far enough to look over her shoulder. Adán was studying her backside, his fingers circling over her ass cheeks and thighs, and dipping down between them. “You’re tireless,
mi querido corazón
,” she told him.

“You should not present such perfection at every turn, if you do not wish for me to investigate.” He threw himself down on the bed beside them.

Deonne looked down at Justin, for she lay on top of him. “No comment? You’ve been the pacemaster, so far.”

Justin smiled. “Pacing had nothing to do with it. I was simply trying to keep up with you. You’ve barely moved from this bed for three days, you realize? If you weren’t bringing Adán to his knees, you were having your wicked way with me.”

“Or both,” Deonne agreed, recalling those moments when Justin and Adán had shared her. They would be forever enshrined in her memory. “Has it really been three days? I don’t remember sleeping much.”

“What about your cat naps?” Justin replied. “Usually curled up around Adán or me.”

She grinned. “You snore, did you know?” she accused him.

Justin laughed. “
Very
romantic,” he declared.

Adán stroked Justin’s cheek with one big finger. “She speaks truly. You snore very frankly. It is…endearing.” He smiled, too. “It has been a long time since I lay beside anyone who snored. I think it was around the campfire, the last time I heard it.”

“You didn’t hear it on your ship. In the Armada?” Deonne asked. “Didn’t you sleep right next to everyone else?”

“If you can call it sleeping. On those ships, no one slept well. It was too rough.” Adán’s expression clouded over. “We all knew where we were going, too. We knew success would come with high risk. It makes a man want to appreciate every waking moment, you know?”

“Is that when you died?” Justin asked. “Because I know you weren’t made in Iceland, like you first told me.”

Adán was still stroking Deonne’s back and her thighs, his fingers teasing, making her quiver and clench. “The ship I was on was wrecked off the coast of Belgium. I made it ashore. Many didn’t. Many couldn’t swim like I could. But suddenly, I was free. They thought I was dead, or would assume that I was if I didn’t go back. So I began to travel and I didn’t return to Spain for two hundred and seventy-three years. I did die in Iceland and I was made there. But it was three hundred years before the date I told you when we first met.”

“Why did you lie?” Justin asked.

Adán took a long time to answer. “You were so angry. So bitter toward anyone who had even the slightest taint of authority. I thought you might find the idea of me being so much older than you…intimidating.”

“That’s a vampire thing,” Deonne murmured. “I’ve heard Nayara rant about how stupid it is to judge a vampire superior just because they’ve outlasted everyone they know.”

Justin stroked Deonne’s cheek. “I would have minded, back then. Now, I don’t care. I think Nayara has rubbed off on me, in that regard.”

“I like this Nayara of yours,” Adán declared. He picked up Deonne’s hips and lifted her, so that her legs slipped down on either side of Justin, straddling him.

Justin smiled, gripping her thighs and guiding her into position.

Deonne drew in a slow breath as his cock drove up into her. He was hard, hot and quite ready.

Adán’s hands returned to the back of her hips, then stroked downwards to cup her ass. The tips slipped into her crevasse, making her moan. One broad finger pressed against her ass.

“Agh, you squeezed!” Justin told her. “You’re like a fist around me.”

“I can improve on that,” Adán said.

Deonne rested her hand on Justin’s chest and leaned forward as Adán’s hand on the back of her shoulder encouraged her to bend.

His other fingers stroked around her anus and she felt the slickness of lubricant on them and on her skin as he spread it. He slipped his finger inside and Deonne let out a moan. This was a part of sharing herself with them that she had grown to love in the last few days. Both of them inside her at once…there was nothing better.

Adán wrapped his big hands around her hips, his fingers meshing with Justin’s. His cock pressed against her then slowly entered her and the sensation of fullness swept over her. Deonne could feel both of them within her and she fought to keep still, to not squirm with the deliciousness of the sensation. But she began to tremble, her excitement zooming upwards even though Adán had done nothing more than push his cock into her. She tried to control her accelerating breathing, but barely slowed her panting.

The pair of them began to rock in and out of her in coordinated thrusts and Deonne reached blindly for support, for a prop, something to help control the pleasure, to make it last.

Justin’s hand met hers. He kissed her palm, then placed her hand on his shoulder before gripping her hip once more.

Her climax broke, and she shuddered through it, moaning. For a small moment, they stopped thrusting, as her whole body squeezed as the waves of pleasure raced through her from her toes to explode behind her eyes.

But then the two of them began the wonderful rhythmic thrust and counter thrust, and Deonne sucked in her breath, feeling her body tighten in response. She would come again. She could feel it in the way she was clenching around them, like she wanted to draw them even deeper into her body.

“Faster,” she whispered. “Harder.”

“The lady…speaks,” Adán murmured back, his breath heavy. He kissed the back of her shoulder. His hold on her hips tightened and he buried his cock deep inside her, groaning with the effort.

Justin’s cock came to rest as deep as it was possible to go, as he raised her then lowered her down to meet his lifting pelvis.

“Let’s make her scream,” he suggested, his voice gravelly with arousal and his eyes half-open. “I like when she screams.”

“Just fuck me,” Deonne begged. “I’ll come, if you keep this up.”

They rode her, their hands controlling her movements and holding her steady as they claimed her body. Held between them, she was helpless to do anything except react to the pure pleasure. In three days the two of them had learned how to maximize her excitement, to draw it out and leave her quivering on the brink while they did wicked things to her body that she would never have imagined was even possible. Being taken by both of them at once was almost pedestrian in comparison to the some of the rapturous torture they had devised.

Adán was far stronger than either of them when Justin was in human form and he had no reservations about using his strength to deliver pleasure. He had held Deonne down, acting like live and animated bonds. He had spread her and kept her immobile, while Justin had used his mouth and hands to drive her crazy with need, until she had begged to climax, and still he had refused to let her come.

Then Adán had reversed the roles, holding Justin in an arm lock while Deonne had brought him shuddering to near climax, over and over, until he had cried out for release.

Deonne had watched the two of them and finally witnessed what she had not been able to see on the first occasion – Justin taking Adán in hard, deep strokes, his jaw clenched and his fists curled, while Adán groaned, his hand around his cock and climaxed with a thrust of his hips, his cum dripping onto Deonne’s belly where she lay watching them, her body thrumming.

Adán had fucked both of them in turn. He was untiring as he explored ever more ways to share pleasure between the three of them. He was as inventive as Justin was relentless.

Deonne had lost count of the many times she had climaxed, screamed, and thrashed upon the bed in frenzied pleasure.

Just recalling those moments now made her orgasm leap and draw closer.

“Now the lady comes,” Adán murmured, his body stroking her, his cock driving her pleasure.

“Come for us,” Justin said. “Scream.”

Deonne couldn’t help it. Her climaxed tore through her and vented itself as she cried out. Her entire body shuddered through the pinnacle and brought Justin and Adán to their own peaks.

Afterwards, Adán lifted her gently and rolled onto the bed next to Justin with her wrapped in his arms.

Justin rolled onto his side and threaded his arms around them both.

For a few minutes, nothing sounded in the room but their slowing breathing.

Justin brushed Deonne’s hair out of her eyes and back over her shoulder. He leaned forward and kissed them both. First Deonne, then Adán.

“I have to go back,” he told them.

Chapter Thirty-One

Chronometric Conservation Agency Headquarters, Villa Fontani, Rome, 2264 A.D.:
It was a fine, late August night in Rome. Most of the rich had fled the city for the cooler rural estates in the north, as Romans had been doing for centuries. However, in the open plaza of Villa Fontani were gathered the rich, the influential, the powerful and the famous from around the world. They glistened with jewelry and couture and gleamed with careful grooming.

A small orchestra had been set up at the far end of the plaza, tucked into a corner of the “U” shape the villa made. They had drawn a small audience and even some dancers, who were spinning in slow circles on the temporary dance floor that had been installed.

Champagne and other drinks in elegant glasses were held in nearly every hand while political jockeying for favor took place under the guise of gossip and chat between friends.

Justin tugged self-consciously at his leather jacket as he weaved between clumps of glittering suits and satin, trying to make himself look as invisible as possible as he made his way to the closest entrance to the inside of the villa.

Lights flashed to his left. The media was in full force at this shindig. It was a global event, after all. It wasn’t often the Agency opened its doors to the public and invited them in, human or not. This very public opening of the new headquarters had halted most other news in its tracks as media representatives scrambled to scoop as much information as the agency was willing to hand out.

“Justin!”

He looked back over his shoulder, wincing. He’d been spotted.

Nayara lifted her hand to indicate he should wait and he halted. She made her way between people, lifting her dress aside and stepping over trains on ball gowns…it was the height of fashion now to have your gown trail along behind you. Or so Deonne had told him when he had made a comment about the “haughty” couture that every new item in Nayara’s closet seemed to spark.

Nayara smiled at him as she reached hearing distance, and Justin felt even more uncomfortable. She was wearing a dress that defied description. It was black, with a layer of heavy white lace lying over the top of the black, and her arms and shoulders rose out of it, making Justin wonder how she was holding the thing up. It cinched in around her waist and fell to the ground, which was quite far, given Nayara’s height. The black and white looked fantastic next to her burnished red hair, which curled around her elbows and fell over one shoulder.

But there was no train.

“You’re back,” Nayara said as she stepped closer. She held a full champagne glass in her hand.

“You’re magnificent,” he replied. “And I feel like the dog’s dinner among this lot.”

She smiled and took his arm and led him toward the villa doors, and he saw that the lace at the back of her dress was looped up into swirls and knots that reminded him of dresses worn in Europe during the latter half of Queen Victoria’s reign. He wondered how long it would take for trains to disappear and these new type of bustles to show up in their place. He memorized details. Deonne would want to know everything.

“I know where you’ll feel right at home,” Nayara told him. “This is the public and formal opening of the villa and the official book launch party. But we have a private thing going on inside the villa, for family. Brenden said you were due back around now. I’m glad to see you returned when you were supposed to.”

They stepped onto the villa’s verandah and the noise seemed to drop somewhat.

“Brenden and Fahmido scared me into it, with all the details about stasis poisoning,” Justin confessed. “I didn’t dare linger more than the week he advised.”

They stepped into the long gallery and the party sounds faded almost completely. There were people lingering in other rooms along the gallery, chatting or relaxing, but there were none in the room Nayara had led him into.

“You look much happier than when you left,” Nayara observed, glancing at him.

Justin took a deep breath, as a dozen different answers occurred to him. He didn’t know where to begin. It was all too new, anyway. So he simply said a heartfelt, “Yes.”

Nayara smiled. “You will be returning?”

“As soon as Fahmido says I can.” He glanced around for anyone within hearing distance – vampire hearing distance – as they moved through the elegant front reception area for the agency itself. There was no one within sight. “There has been no time waves? Nothing?”

Nayara shook her head. “Not a tremor.” She placed the champagne glass down on a table as they passed by. “Have you done something you think should create one?”

“I’ve done a lot,” Justin confessed. “I did everything I could to move the future away from that damned letter.”

“Did it work?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I ended up somewhere I never expected to be. It’s…” It was another thing that defied description.

“Complicated?” Nayara finished. “Santiago?” she asked gently.

Justin blew out his breath. “And Deonne. Both.”

Nayara just smiled and squeezed his arm. “There has been no wave,” she repeated. “You have not changed anything. It appears that you and Deonne and Santiago were meant to be together.”